Made Of Pixels Preview : A story of irreparable loss, Volume 1: A story of irreparable loss

By Marin, Gabriela, Ms.

Book Id: WPLBN0100303579
Format Type: PDF eBook:
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Reproduction Date: 4/21/2021

Title:	Made Of Pixels Preview : A story of irreparable loss, Volume 1: A story of irreparable loss
Author:	Marin, Gabriela, Ms.
Volume:	Volume 1
Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Drama and Literature, Memoir
Collections:	Authors Community, Biographies
Historic Publication Date:	2021
Publisher:	Robert Plesea

Member Page:	Gabriela Marin
Citation APA MLA Chicago Gabriela Marin, B. M. (2021). Made Of Pixels Preview : A story of irreparable loss, Volume 1. Retrieved from http://www.gutenberg.cc/

Description
A new memoir that will take you through a plethora of sensations and feelings. A true life story that starts in the "ghettos" of old 1970 Bucharest and paints a very interesting portrait of that specific time when communism was still present. The story is not afraid to deliver the truth and it's doing it by telling the author's experience as it happened even though it's not easy to digest every time. The memoir's scope is to walk you through the lifestyle of that time, it's a very unique story that has a bit of mystery, comedy, drama and romance. Miss Gabriela narrates an easy to read book with lots of meaning. Find out how two girls struggled to live a normal life before and after communism.

Summary
A unique story that will carry you through the life of Gabriela Marin, a story full of emotion, love, hardships and unknown.

Excerpt
‘First of all, I came here tonight to wish you a Happy New Year, because I know that for you, Europeans, it has an important meaning, but I also have a proposal. I would like you to see it as a business opportunity.’ Ana could barely concentrate, embarrassed by her appearance. ‘What? What proposal? Business? With me?’ ‘Yes. In case you’re worried, you should know I’ve already talked to Mamma-san and she agreed. Now it’s up to you, whether you accept it or not.’ Ana could pretty much figure out where that was going. She looked at him and said: ‘I get what it is, my answer is no.’ He started laughing and said: ‘You didn’t even let me finish.’ She wanted to say she wasn’t interested at first, but out of common sense and out of the respect she had from him, she said: ‘Oh. Okay, sorry. What’s the offer?’ ‘You spend this night with me at the hotel and you name the price. But I have to be honest with you, this night also includes that thing you’re thinking about. The basic intimacy. Sex, that is. But you must also know that I have a fetish.’ ‘A…what?’ ‘A fetish. Something that excites me in a special and personal way.’ Ana looked at him, trying to understand what could possibly bring this terribly thin and smart man to the brink of ecstasy. ‘I have a rather…unusual fetish. I’d like to nibble on your nose. With my teeth.’ There were a lot of thoughts chasing each other inside Ana’s head. She thought her nose wasn’t exactly pretty. In fact, she thought it was her ugliest feature. She laughed when she thought about it. What did it matter that her nose was ugly, if the man standing next to her was willing to pay just to get his teeth on it? Then, some more questions came to mind. How long? How strong? All night? Will it leave marks? Will he stop if she tells him to? She looked at him and said: ‘I’m sorry, but my answer is still no.’ ‘You haven’t heard the entire deal. Tell me how much, I won’t even negotiate.’ ‘My answer is no!’ ‘Five thousand dollars.’ ‘No!’ ‘Six thousand.’ ‘No!’ ‘Eight thousand dollars. Think about it, Ana, it’s only one night, and you told me your salary is one thousand dollars per month. Your contract is for only six months. You can go home with an extra eight thousand, just by spending this night with me.’ ‘My answer is no.’ ‘Ten thousand dollars!’ Ana turned to him and looked him deeply in the eyes, as if she was trying to find something pleasant about his appearance, about his entire being, so that she could cling to it. Her glance fell on his hands, which seemed unnaturally long, thin, with somewhat emaciated fingers, just like a fragile spider. She looked at his wooden eyes, and when she got to that bruised, thin slit that was supposed to be his mouth and thought that he would nibble on his nose with it, she came back to reality and said: ‘I’m sorry, my answer is no.’ ‘Okay, my last offer: ten thousand dollars and my car…’ He made a short break, and then continued: ‘This car.’ He could have raised the steak as high as he wanted, Ana had made up her mind. She got out of the car and, leaning in through the open window, told him: ‘I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, but my answer is no.’ He laid back in his seat, a bit offended, and answered: ‘Alright. Happy New Year, Ana-san.’